La Brat

by Ashe Barker

  So, where did that leave them? Him?

  It left him relying purely on his Dom instincts. He would talk to her tonight, and tomorrow and the day after that. He’d keep on talking to her, probing her recollections of what had happened and how she had felt that morning. He would manage, somehow, eventually, to see the events through her eyes and identify the trigger.

  If—when—he was successful, and knew what he’d done wrong the first time, he would invite her to replay the scene. This time he would get it right. Then they might be able to move on.

  Chapter Eleven

  Underwear? Yes or no?

  Eugenie stood in front of her mirror, wondering whether to wear panties or not. Aaron had hinted pretty strongly that he wanted to scene with her, and he had a definite preference for an uncovered pussy. He always liked her to be accessible, but would she be making assumptions?

  Well, perhaps she would, but she’d deal with the consequences if need be. If Aaron got as far as discovering her pantieless state, she suspected he’d be inclined to applaud rather than take issue. Now, could she also manage without a bra, or was that just too obvious?

  It was a couple of minutes after eight o’clock when she slipped into the library. Aaron was already there, at ease in one of the large leather winged chairs, a tray of coffee on the low table in front of him. He glanced up and smiled as she entered.

  “I am sorry to be late. I had a call just before I left—Elise.”

  “No problem. I ordered coffee for us. And I booked a table at La Mignon for later. Nine o’clock all right?”

  “Yes, that will be lovely.” Eugenie sat in the chair at Aaron’s right and accepted the cup he handed to her. She took a sip and placed it on the table, then folded her hands in her lap.

  “You look wonderful. I like that dress.”

  “Thank you.” She reached for her coffee again, conscious of his pensive stare.

  “Miss d’André, are you wearing a bra?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “I see. Knickers?”

  “No, Sir.”

  He nodded, offering no further comment as she proceeded to drink her coffee. At last, Eugenie could bear it no longer.

  “Sir, I apologize if I overstepped the mark. I just thought it best to make my position clear.”

  “Your position?”

  “Yes, Sir. As your submissive. If you’ll have me back.”

  “Well that’s plain enough. I appreciate a forthright subbie. It saves a lot of trouble. And time. You weren’t always given to such plain speaking, though.”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Which gives rise to our current predicament. So, here’s my position. I do want you back, but not until we’ve talked. Really talked. We should have done this years ago. It’s my fault we didn’t, but I intend to set that straight right now.”

  “I see, Sir. What is it you wish to discuss?”

  “I wish to discuss what happened the last time we scened together. I want to know why you reacted as you did. Can you enlighten me at all?”

  “I was—angry. Very upset, Sir. But no matter how distressed I was, I should never have done such a thing. I do appreciate that. I would be grateful if you could overlook my outburst and allow me to atone for my behavior. If you have a cane, Sir, I would be honored to accept the ten strokes now. Or more, if you think it appropriate.”

  “I see. A generous offer—I may take you up on that. And yes, I could lay my hands on a cane if need be. You mention being angry and upset. Distressed too. What about scared? Were you frightened of what I intended for you?”

  “Maybe. A little. That is not what I mainly recall, though.”

  “So, what had so upset you?”

  “I had made you angry. You were disappointed in me. Again.”

  “And? That’s hardly a reason to lay into me. Just the opposite, really.”

  Eugenie stared at her fingers, lacing them together in her lap. “This is difficult. I am not certain. It was just… I felt—frustrated. I was so often in trouble. I made many mistakes.”

  “A lot of them on purpose. You wanted me to spank you.”

  “I did, but that is not such a bad thing, surely.”

  “I would have preferred you to just ask me. Tell me what you wanted. I can’t read minds, and I don’t like being manipulated.”

  “I apologize. I am making you angry again.”

  Aaron leaned across and took her hand. “No, Genie, you’re not. I’m trying to understand. Whatever you say to me this evening, I won’t be angry. I want to know what’s in your head. So, back to that morning. You say you felt frustrated, and that suggests to me that you expected something different from me. I had told you I intended to punish you.”

  “Yes, Sir. You did.”

  “So why did you find it frustrating when I did just that?”

  “Because… Because I thought you would be nice to me in the morning. If I stayed in the spare room all night, alone, as you told me to. I came downstairs early, but you didn’t seem to mind that. You gave me food and I thought you would hold me, perhaps tell me I was a good girl for waiting all night. Then you would fuck me. But you didn’t. You just seemed to want to carry on punishing me, even though I had obeyed you and I had apologized. You still were not satisfied and I felt…let down. I wanted it to end and I thought it had ended, then you ordered me into the dining room and made me lean over the table.”

  She fell silent, tears pricking her eyes as she relived the intense emotion of that morning. She felt again the dismay at realizing her punishment was to continue, the uncertainty that she could ever satisfy this implacable Dom. And above all, the sheer bloody unfairness of it all.

  “Genie, you said I seemed to want to carry on punishing you. But I hadn’t started.”

  “What more did you intend? Would it have continued all day, and for another night perhaps? And another? I could not bear that.”

  “Another night? What do you mean?”

  “I suppose I thought you might make me spend another night alone. That was a cunning punishment to choose. I hated it, but I realize now that was what you had intended. It was awful, though, knowing you were in the next room but refusing to let me be with you. I wanted you to hold me, to forgive me, but you would not.”

  Aaron narrowed his eyes in concentration, then she caught the gleam of sudden awareness and understanding. “Oh, shit.”

  “Sir?”

  “Fucking shit.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I never realized. Never even considered the effect a night on your own would have on you. I simply meant you to remain safe until I was cool enough to administer the caning. It was not meant as a punishment.”

  Eugenie stared at him, incredulous. “Of course it was. How could it not have been? I hated being separated from you. You knew that.”

  “I didn’t.”

  “But you must have.”

  “Why would I? You lived alone. I worked long hours and so did you. We were often separated for days, weeks sometimes.”

  “Not at your home. When I was there, I was with you. Always. You never locked me in a room alone.”

  “I didn’t lock you in.”

  “It was the same thing. You told me to stay there, even though I begged to come with you. To sleep in your bed with you.”

  Aaron’s expression was now one of utter amazement, closely followed by dismay. “Christ, what was I thinking? God, sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I honestly never even considered that possibility. You did ask me. You did beg. I should have known.”

  “You did not know? You did not intend me to be upset by that?”

  “No. God, no!”

  “I… Oh.”

  “So, in the morning, you came looking for me, expecting aftercare. And I made you prepare for a caning. Christ, no wonder you were upset.” He chuckled, a mirthless sound. “I think I got off lightly, considering.”

  “Even so, to do as I did…”

  Aaron reached for her hand. “Maybe your rea
ction was over the top, but you were sorely provoked. I do see that now. I could tell at the time that something was badly off, but I convinced myself it was just that you weren’t truly a submissive. I was wrong. I should have talked to you, or better still listened.” He paused, his smile tinged with sadness. “For what it’s worth, I’d already decided not to go through with the caning. You took matters into your own hands, though, before I could tell you that.”

  “You mean, if I hadn’t lost my temper…?”

  He nodded. “Just a couple more seconds would have done it. Better still, I should have pulled back earlier. It should never have got to the point where you felt desperate enough to hit out. I failed you, as your Dom, and I apologize.”

  “No, Sir. It was…”

  “Genie, I was the one in control. I could have changed how that scene went. The worst thing is, I let myself believe the problem was down to you, that your submission was at fault. Or perhaps your lack of it. Shit, I even left you believing that too. I can’t tell you how much I regret how it turned out, that morning and afterward You tried to talk to me, and I shut you out.”

  “But it is turning out all right now, n’est-ce pas? We are talking. We understand each other now.”

  “Well, we’re certainly getting there. I’m just amazed you still trust me enough to even contemplate letting me near you again.”

  “I love you, Sir. I have never stopped loving you. So, it is simple, I think.”

  “Genie, nothing about this, about you, was ever simple. You challenge me at every turn, and there will be times I suspect when you’ll just plain baffle me. But I want to try again with you and I swear I’ll pay better attention in future.”

  “Then I accept your terms, Sir.”

  “Excellent. And now, I reckon our table at La Mignon should be about ready. Are you hungry?”

  “Sir, I do believe I am.”

  * * * *

  “So, Genie, about your underwear. Or lack of it.”

  “Sir?” Eugenie spread a smear of butter across her bread roll and regarded Aaron across the table.

  “Your choice is very convenient. Please finish your roll. Then I’d like you to stroke your pussy and tell me exactly how wet you are.”

  “I see. Of course, Sir.” Eugenie nibbled the roll, taking delicate little bites from it.

  “I may have misread your signals in the past, but I’m pretty sure you’re taking the piss now. I do not recommend it, Genie.”

  “I apologize, Sir.” She finished her roll in two swift bites, dusted the crumbs from her fingers and proceeded to lift the front of her skirt. Her actions were concealed by the thick linen tablecloth, though she took the precaution of dropping her napkin across her lap too. The slide back into her old submissive headspace was effortless, felt natural. She was delighted that Aaron appeared intent on starting their scene immediately, and she was more than happy to comply.

  She stroked her cunt, sliding her fingers between her moist pussy lips and dipping the tips of two of her digits inside herself. She swirled them around, caressing her inner walls, loving the sensation and luxuriating in the heat of his gaze as he watched her. She took her time about pulling her fingers out then held her hand up for him to inspect the juices coating it.

  Aaron leaned across the table to take her hand, raising it to his nose to inhale the musky smell of her.

  “Mmm, you seem very aroused, little sub.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Is there anything you might like to request from me?”

  “There is, Sir. I was hoping you might fuck me.”

  “I might. Eventually.”

  “Sir?”

  “First, we have a dinner to enjoy. And you did offer to submit to a belated caning. I intend to invite you to join me in my apartment, where I can take care of all these matters to our mutual satisfaction.”

  “I see, Sir.”

  “Tomorrow’s Sunday. Are you intending to work?”

  “No, Sir, I was hoping to take the day off. As long as nothing urgent arises, of course.”

  “Of course. In that case, I expect you to remain with me all night. You will sleep with me, girl.”

  “I’d like that, Sir. Very much.”

  “And tomorrow? As you’re taking a day off work, what are your plans?” He turned to smile at the waiter who had arrived with their main course, a fragrant boeuf bourguignon with a selection of vegetables and rice. The serving tureens were arranged across their table, but Aaron declined the server’s offer to fill their plates for them. The waiter scurried off.

  “You were saying, Genie, about your plans for tomorrow?”

  Eugenie helped herself to petits pois and a few sliced carrots. “I usually walk on my days off, Sir. Perhaps along the Seine. Or maybe along the Champs-Élysées to la Louvre. Anywhere, really. I just love this city.”

  “Me too. Would you like company on this excursion of yours?”

  “You want to come sightseeing with me?”

  “Why not? We could hit the tourist trail together. I’ll even treat you to an ice cream. Or a hot dog.”

  “In that case, Sir, I would love your company tomorrow. Please, would you pass me the potatoes? I think I may need the sustenance.”

  “I suspect you will, Genie. And you know how I feel about fattening you up.” He piled a generous helping onto her plate. “Now eat up. I find myself rather keen to ask for the bill and get out of here.”

  * * * *

  Aaron’s staff apartment was on the floor above Eugenie’s. It was not a great deal larger than hers, though his did boast a separate bedroom and his bathroom was more spacious, accommodating a bath as well as a shower. He also had a small balcony, though the view lacked the more spectacular vistas offered by the guest suites. Eugenie gazed around his living room.

  “How is it you have more space than I do?”

  “Seniority, sweetheart.”

  “You are not senior to me.”

  “No?” He raised one eyebrow, daring her to take issue with him on this. Eugenie felt discretion may be called for.

  “Well, not at work. Here, yes, I accept that, Sir.”

  “Good. I’m glad we have that settled. In which case, lose the clothes and kneel.”

  Eugenie felt herself slipping yet deeper into the once familiar mindset as she unfastened the buttons on the front of her dress. She’d not been especially conscious of this sensation when she and Aaron were together in the past, but had been intensely aware of its absence as she’d scened with a succession of other Doms in the years since. A sort of calm descended on her, a quiet acceptance of his control, a willingness to obey and to serve him.

  As the fabric slipped from her body to pool around her feet, she stepped into the center of the room and, without a word, sank to her knees.

  She tucked her heels beneath her, spreading her legs a little, just sufficient to allow an unimpeded view of her swelling clit. Her hands lay on her thighs, palms up, and she lowered her gaze to a spot on the floor about a foot in front of her.

  Aaron’s footsteps behind her caused her to tense, though in anticipation rather than fear. She was not afraid of him, not in the least. He had mentioned a cane, and she had no doubt that if he said he could acquire one then he could indeed do so. She was content with that, would submit willingly, now or in the future. Privately she hoped he would not resort to it this evening, but that was not her choice and she would not mention any reservation she might have.

  “I never forgot how lovely you are. If anything you’re more beautiful now than you were three years ago.” His voice was soft, his hand gentle as he stroked her hair.

  Eugenie thought she might purr.

  “I see you still wax. Is that especially for me?”

  “It is now, Sir. I got into the habit with you as you required it, and I have come to prefer being smooth.”

  “I still require it. It lends a whole new level to naked.”

  Eugenie’s stomach clenched in pleasure at his words. She hadn�
�t realized until that moment how very desperately she wanted to please Aaron. She needed his approval so much she ached with it. And how fearful she had been that she might somehow fall short of his expectations. She couldn’t bear that.

  “So now, what do you want, Genie?”

  “Sir? I want you. Just you.”

  “You will have me. What would you like me to do to you?”

  “Spank me, Sir. I need that.”

  “Need?”

  “I have missed your hand, Sir. I need you to make me scream.”

  “Ah yes, pain always seemed to have a calming effect on you. That and a few rocking orgasms.”

  “The orgasms would be very welcome too, Sir.”

  “I’m sure. I recall you used to be very supple. Can you still touch your toes, Genie?”

  “I can, Sir.”

  “In that case, please stand and bend over.”

  Eugenie got to her feet, taking care to execute the move as smoothly and with as much grace as possible. She stole a peep at Aaron’s face and took encouragement from his satisfied expression. So far so good. She bent over, placing her palms on the floor in front of her.

  “Spread your legs. I want to be able to see your cunt.”

  “Like this, Sir?” She shuffled her feet apart, aware of the cool rush as her pussy was exposed to the air-conditioned atmosphere.

  “Perfect. You’re glistening, Genie. Aroused already?”

  “Yes, Sir. It would seem so.”

  “Such a slut.”

  “Your slut, Sir.”

  “Mine.” He drove three fingers deep into her cunt, causing Eugenie to rock forward and emit a small gasp. A sharp slap to her buttock turned the gasp into a squeal. “Keep still, girl. And be quiet.”

  He finger-fucked her hard, angling his thrusts to hit her G-spot. Eugenie concentrated on remaining in position and bit her lower lip to keep from crying out. She wondered briefly if all women were configured the same way, or had he managed to retain perfect recall of the geography of her body? He certainly knew his way around her.